Paroles Burn Down the Parliament de Herd (The)

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Burn down a pub, we heat up a clubGet a punter feeling hot like they use dencorubWhen we do what we loveSmell the smoke aboveWith a hot-headed approachTurning push to shoveLike a bushfire in scrubWe ambush the dubSet alight our rap books like a pencil stubIt's essential cuz, feel it heat ya bloodWe be blazing on the mic like Nimbin blazes budSinge the ears keep it lit like gearWith no laws to fear, let it burn in hereFlush you out like a sniffer dog prowling nearCos it's arson dear, get the crowd to cheerThe beats got an edge like dropping off cliffsIt's a major risk, just like nature isLeave us with no choice when you make it fizzThrowing fire on your lukewarm liquid discLet these words incite, like molotovs in flightAnd set a panic in the public like a meteorite strikeHave you got a light? I've got a bomb tonightAnd I will set it off when I feel the mood is rightFirebugs delight, as the fuel ignitesAnd turn a civilised affair into construction siteWhen our raps are tight fire burning brightWe make the others look about as hot as Michael StipeChorus: {x2}Burn down a parliament, we burn down a flagBurn down a liar like we burn ounce bagAnd the dutch oven cooks with the smoke that was grabbedSo the fire flew fast and the flame licked the red ragIt's the place to be like South Park hellCall your agency, better tell Ma BellBut there's no place to sell and no vacanciesAs the furnace starts to melt I smell baked MCsBut it's pay per view so just close your eyesWhile the conflagration spraypaints the skyIt's not humid, so why do these fellas need fluidsMan pass the joint, we're near boiling pointWas a quiet show, now an infernoFire start to make you disappear like Sheryl KernotIn a riot below, watch the fire growOutta control like a pushy when the tire blowsLet the word be known let a flag be flownWe take the mic in heavy fire and make the stage our ownTil the fakes go home, place is set to blowCos this rhythms dynamite and the spark is the poemYou don't need no torch with the background scorchedCos the char will report, this is not just sportSport could never be bought in this circumstanceUnlike ghetto street clothes or urban danceTurn up your clock radios to nightmare awakeningCrank the beat, enhance the de-stablingThe Herd confuse the labelingJust here to make you think, we're near yaWe're here to take it inChorus {x2}

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